Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Picks up the rice in the c
Picks up the rice in the church
earing the face that she k
Wearing the face that she keeps
Where do they all come from?
Where do they all belong?
Writing the words of a sermon
Darning his socks in the night
When there's nobody there
Where do they all come from?
Where do they all belong?
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people
And was buried along with her name
Wiping the dirt from his h
Wiping the dirt from his hands
As he walks from the grave
Where do they all come from?
Where do they all belong?